Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.